Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.